Poetry

Sunday, 30 April 2017

A poem from Rumi, resonating on multiple levels in this season of renewal and rebirth. You just can't go wrong with Rumi.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Monday, 14 November 2016

Soulful, wise, and thoughtful lyrics from the amazing Rosanne Cash. Let us not forget the incredible and largely unknowable machinations and/or randomness born of this universe of multiple trillions of 100 million star galaxies. #healingpresencetodayjoypeacebeautylove

Sunday, 04 August 2013

The whole gang was wandering around downtown Laguna Beach one night last week. It happened to be the Art Walk that night, so there was a lively, hopping scene. Lots of galleries that normally would have been closed at that time of day were open.

There's a gallery there that has a permanent display of some of the artwork of Theodor Geisel (aka Dr. Seuss). We'd passed that place many a time, stopping to admire his work from the outside, but never venturing in.

This time we did. The free Oreos might have had something to do with this.

And we stumbled upon the following poem. It struck a chord within all of us:

A Prayer for a Child—Theodor Geisel

From here on earth,From my small placeI ask of YouWay out in space:Please tell all menIn every landWhat You and IBoth understand . . .

Please tell all menThat Peace is Good.That’s allThat need be understoodIn every worldIn Your great sky.

"Always changing, never twice the same..." (Robert Irwin). One of the beautiful elements of this world. I try to remember it every day. The dirtbagdad is always evolving. Sometime the movement is a few steps back, but in the long view, it's always forward.